in my mind he is just howard stark

I will take my screwdriver.

Originally posted by steviepinkiepierogers

Originally posted by welcometoplanetrandom

That is probably not what you expected. Bit to be honsest, i regret nothing :D

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Steve groaned hearing loud rock music coming from Tony’s science lab. He hided his head in his pillow hoping to block music which made his head throbbing. How in hell Stark got up so early and got to his lab? He would normally sleep at least to noon, and then after half hour of staring at his coffee cup he would decide to drink it and then go to his lab.

Steve looked at clock standing on his bedside table and moaned unhappy. It was 6 in the morning.

He rolled on his back and looked at the ceiling hoping that it was just bad dream. After few minutes he lost his hope and got up, ready to reprimand Stark for his behavior at that early hour, after very hard mission they were only the day before.

Dressed only in his sweatpants, wit out shirt and with are foots he leaved his room, heading right to the source of the music, which was, as he expected, the science lab, not far away from the common room of the Avengers headquarters. Walking through the room he saw Bucky and Natasha, sitting with cups of coffee, already after theirs morning training session. His best friend waved at him with smile. He waved, not really paying attention at anything that wasn’t source of AC/DC Highway to Hell. He heard giggle of Natasha behind him, but payed it no mind.

He get into the lab and immediately turned off the stereo, sighing with delight when it got quiet in the room. His satisfaction didn’t last long, because of loud “The hell you did asshole” coming from behind the shelves. It wasn’t Tony’s voice.

From behind the shelves comes short (h/c) girl with frown on her face dirty from grease in tight white tank top and jeans shorts. He looked her from head to toes, taking in her whole appearance, noticing her torn sneakers. He swallowed hard his saliva looking into her (e/c) eyes, witch beside the color looked just like Tony’s.

“You are going to answer me, or should I push a screwdriver up your ass and turn it until you start to walk as a good little solider on a crank?” He opened his lips slightly, not knowing what to say. Never in his live has he meet girl as mean and pretty by the way as her. “If you are not gonna talk, then I suggest, you turn on my stereo and leave before I will take my screwdriver.” Still stunned, Steve turn on the stereo and left the lab.

He get into the common room with big eyes, still not knowing what just happened. He looked at Natasha who were laughing really hard.

“I see you met (y/n).” She said when she finally calmed down.

“W-who is this girl?” He looked behind him at the girl who were working on one of Tony’s latest project, as if she was in her own home, jumping slightly to music, and occasionally waving her head to the rhythm, making her (h/c) hair to get on her face and into her mount and eyes. Who the hell she was?!

“It’s (y/n).” Said Tony coming into the kitchen and pouring himself a coffee, clearly not happy of being woken up so early. He looked at Steve, and sighed seeing confusion still written on his face. “My sister? The world numero uno in science and mechanics, at least in women category? Really? Noting? I told you all yesterday that she is stopping by, to have a little Tet-a-Tet with my lab.” Steve was looking at Tony as if he had just told him, that elephants are flying. Stark sighed and rubbed his face. “That’s how you are listening to what I’m saying.”

“You have sister?” Tony shoot his hands up.

“No it’s my brother, don’t pay attention to boobs, it’s family thing. Yes, I have a sister, her name is (y/n) and if I see any of you closer than five meters from her, I’m personally gonna kick your ass.” Steve nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his mind around the though that Howard Stark had not one, but two kids and that they both were extremely rude…

“Antony, if you drank whole coffee, could you please make some more?”

“Of course (y/n/n).” Correction. Extremely rude for him. He looked at the girl who get out of the lab and sat on the couch next to Natasha, introducing herself to Bucky. He looked at Tony, who were making more coffee at the kitchen island. After a while go comes closer to him, leaning at one of the chairs.

“Is she staying for long?” Tony just shrugged his shoulder.

“As long as she want. She was in Asia for quite a while, and don’t have a place to go.” Blonde nodded again and looked at the girl. She was pretty, even beautiful, but she was acting just like her brother, or at least he observed it so far.

“Alright. I don’t want to sound mean, but who the hell are you, and why are you looking at me?” She turned around to look Steve right into eyes. Super Solider quickly looked at his feet, feeling blush appearing on his face. She raised her eyebrow. “Is he mute, deaf or just really stupid?” Tony rolled his eyes, coming to her and giving her cup of coffee.

“It’s Steve, or Captain America as you want. He is just really shy little girl in ‘grow men’ body.” (y/n) made sound that she understand what her brother had just told her.

“So this is the infamous Captain I-have-broom-im-my-ass America.”

“Language!” tony reprimand he satirically, which made both of them laugh. Steve groaned, sitting at the kitchen island. He got a felling that this is going to be really long visit. Bucky stood from his spot on the couch and get to his best friend.

“You two would be a sweet couple.” He whispered on his ear and laughed at the face his friend made.


*


Three months of being woken up on six in the morning by loud rock music later, Steve found himself looking at every move (y/n) made with lovesick puppy eyes and stupid smile on his face every time she talked to him.

It started innocently. Waking up on early morning hour, Steve would get up from his bed and go to the kitchen, where he make coffee and pour it to (f/c) cup with flowers and give to her. First few times it wasn’t pleasant. Wherever he come into the lab, you would throw daggers at him if he was to close to your stereo, calming down only when he would put her coffee on the desk. After three or four days of that, she started to smiled at him and thanked him for it.

Before he know it, Steve was looking forward the rare occasions of where she wasn’t in the lab. Instead of this, she would sit in the armchair, with cup of cinnamon-orange tea, in the oversized (f/c) sweater, leggings, and fluffy socks on her feet, with hair wet after the shower, sticking to her face, slightly parted lips and book in her hand. He would then sit on the sofa, pretending to read a newspaper in his hands, but really looking at her with affection in his eyes and blush, every time she looked up and smiled at him.

Of course, Bucky saw it first, and immediately informed Natasha about it. And then started their teasing and jokes of his behavior from them. They started to mess with him, occasionally asking (y/n) of her opinion of his hair or clothes, which she commented in her Stark-sarcastic way, making him blush every time.


“I bet a tenner that before Steve confess his feelings for (y/n/n), she will be long married with at least two children, big house with white fence and dog… named Steve.” Bucky said, placing money on the coffee table. Natasha nodded her head slightly, and she put the same amount of money next to Bucky’s.

“I say, he will do it after she get old, buried her husband AND Steve-the-dog, and decide to marry again, this time with cybernetically programmed butler of her second son.” Steve groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“Could you guys give me a brake? And where the hell you two get an idea of her naming dog Steve?” He looked at them, but quick looked at the lab doors, which opened. (y/n) walk into the kitchen and poured herself some tea.

“Hey (y/n), if you would have a dog, how will you name him?” At Bucky’s question she looked up, thinking for a while before looking at him with grin.

“Steve.” Both assassins laughed, while super solider blushed and put his forehead on the table top. (y/n)’s smile only grew bigger and she sat with them. “Why you ask?”

“Because Steve…” said man looked hard at his friend who just smiled. “Didn’t believe us that you would name that dog.” She giggled.

“I will, just to mess up with him. OK, I have to get back to work. When you see Sam and Wanda, tell them that I will go to the shop first thing in the morning, and ask them what they wanted.”
“Sure thing, doll.” She kissed Bucky on the check and went to the lab. Steve looked at his friend with fake betrayal on his face. He just smiled like a cat that got cream and patted Natasha on the shoulder. “Come on, we have a training session. Let’s leave Mr. too-scared-to-act, alone.” Redhead nodded standing and going after him, waving to Steve, who just groaned again and started to hit his head on the table.


“Could you stop? You are devastating my beautiful table.” He looked at older of the Stark sibling.

“Tony, can I as you something?”

“Whatever you say, I’m not borrowing you my car.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“It’s about (y/n).”

“You are not dating her.” Said Tony and started to read his newspaper.

“What are you…?”
“I’m not stupid capsicle. I know how are you looking at her, and no, you can’t date her.”

“I believe it’s not your choice.”

“And yet you are asking me about it. Listen Steve.” Tony looked at him, putting his paper down. “I know what kind of men you are and no. I will not let you be with her, simple because I don’t trust you enough to protect her. She is my sister, and I will do everything to make sure, nothing will never happened to her. And you are… you. You are good man, but not for her.” Steve felt as his heart stopped for a moment.

“So you don’t trust me, that I will keep her have?” Tony raised his eyebrow.

“I just know you, and I know that if something will seem more important for you than her, then you will choose that thing instead of her. And I can’t let that happened.” They looked in each other eyes for a while, before Steve opened his mouth.

“Nothing will be more important than her.”
“You say it now. No one knows what will happen.” Stark stood up and toke his newspaper. “You may try, but if you will hurt her, you will not come out of it alive.” With that he left Steve, who sighed.


*


Next morning Steve woke up to almost unnatural silence in the building. First, he thought that he got deaf. He looked at the clock. It was half past six. He furrowed his brow and got up, dressing quickly and going to common room, where stood almost whole team, with out Tony, who were in the lab.

“What’s going on?”
“Oh, sleeping beauty is awake. Good. (y/n)’s missing.”

“Wasn’t she suppose to go to the store?”

“She canceled it yesterday evening, when she found out that Sam was at the store.” Steve furrowed his brow. If she wasn’t at the lab, nor in her armchair, then where were she?

“Redwing found something.” Sam announced, going to the direction of where his droid was.

At the garden, right behind the building were signs of a struggle. Steve felt as if some cold hand dug through his skin and grabbed his stomach. He crouched down and looked at the ground.

“Natasha, go and check monitoring record. Sam, you Bucky and T'challa are going to check whole terrain around. Look for everything and report to me immediately when you found something, anything that will tell us, where she could possibly be. Vision check lab, if there is any clue. And Wanda go look in her room.” Everyone looked at Steve in shock. His tone was cola and face hard, just as his eyes. He looked at everyone. “Now!” They got to their quest at hand immediately. He rubbed his face and looked at Tony. “You should check your mail. There is possibility that someone kidnapped her for ransom.”

“Yeah, come.” They get inside, going to Tony’s office.


After almost three hours, Natasha got into the room with wide eyes. Both men looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“I checked records. You should see that.” She got to Tony’s computer and put pendrive into USB point. “hmm… there.” She showed them the record of (y/n) being attacked and kidnapped by three man, dressed all in black. Tony furrowed his eyebrows.

“I know who they are.” He got up and went to his closed where he kept his armor. “They will not want any ransom. They will kill her. Call everyone. We have to go.”


*


Whole team landed at the forest near the big abandoned hangar, where (y/n) were held hostage. Carefully, they neared building, carefully, not to disclose themselves. Steve felt uneasy. He was nearly sure that there should be some guards, but everything were quiet, without any sighs of anyone.

When they got into the building, they stopped dead on their track, seeing nearly twenty man laying cold on the ground. Everyone was thinking the same think. What the heck happened here?! After a moment, they snapped back to reality, tearing sound from one of the rooms near them.

When they opened doors, ready to fight with whoever was in there, they stopped shocked, seeing (y/n), in her pajama from night before, sitting on top of the table with jars of peanut butter and jam next to her and with sandwich in her hand. She looked up and them and smiled happily.

“There you are. Good for you, I would turn your lives into living hell, if I would have to come home on foot.” She bite her meal and chewed on it, waving her legs. She stopped seeing their eyes staring at her. “What? I have something on my face?”

“What the fuck happened here?” She laughed at Natasha.

“I did not tall you that I am a badass?”

“You beat them? There is like twenty of them!” She jumped to the ground and throw your half eaten sandwich behind you.

“Twenty one to be exact. Yeah. I am trained badass.” She grinned. Steve was looking at her in ave before he dropped his shield and get to her, taking her cheeks in hands and kissing her.

It took her a while to proceed what is going on, but when she get whats going on, she quickly pulled off of him and knocked him out. She whipped her lips and looked at the rest of them.

“If anyone who isn’t Leonardo DiCaprio will do it again, I’m gonna kill you.” She pushed between them and went to the main doors. Everyone laughed, and Bucky bro-fisted Natasha.

“I forgot to tell him, that she will be the one who will kill him.” Tony said with smile, going after his sister. “Can someone pick Steve up?”

karafairchild  asked:

I love Howard Stark and no one is ever going to change my mind, this is not an attack btw, I totally get why some people dislike Howard. I just think Howard didn't know how to be a good father to Tony, was self centered like he always had been. Just like Jarvis was the caretaker of Howard in a way he also had a big role, even a father like rol, for Tony. I am not a fan of Tony tho. But Jarvis also needs more recognition for everything he has done for the both of them.

It doesnt change the fact that he abused his son.

Don’t Go Where I Cannot Follow Part 3 [Bucky Barnes]

A/N: Just a fair warning there’s some bad words, making out and implied sexy stuff. 

Here’s part 1 and part 2 in case you haven’t read it yet.

Bucky kept his eyes on mine as he pushed a dark-skinned man covered in dirt out of the way. He didn’t blink. He was only a few metres away from me but the distance between us felt infinite. There was something cautious about the way he approached me. It was almost like he was waiting to be yanked awake and this was all a dream. I couldn’t help but smile. He studied my face, trying to remember every small detail so if he did wake up he would still have my face burnt in his mind. His blue eyes were glassy and his face was covered in dirt and blood but he never looked better. “Buck.” I breathed when he stopped in front of me and let out the deep breath he had been holding in. He wrapped his hands around my waist, lifted me off the ground and pressed his lips onto mine.

It was everything I imagined it would be if not, better. Bucky kissed me like he was a dying of thirst and my mouth was a drink of water. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and wondered if I was dreaming. After a few minutes, he stopped kissing me and just stared into my eyes before burying his face into my hair. Steve cleared his throat roughly but Bucky clung on to me for a few seconds more before reluctantly letting go. He clasped my fingers in his. They were rough and calloused compared to mine.

Steve pulled me into a tight hug but Bucky refused to let go off my hand. Even though I only had one arm wrapped around him, I poured all my gratitude into the hug. I owed Steve my life for bringing Bucky back to me.

“What? I don’t get a kiss too?” Steve teased and Bucky glared at him,

“Just because you’re a little taller now don’t think I won’t kick your ass, punk.” I held on to his hand tighter and stepped away from Steve who was grinning widely. He too, was so happy to have his best friend back. Bucky pulled me into him again and kissed my forehead.

“Captain Rogers! Sergeant Barnes! If you two are done acting like school boys, get your asses to the briefing room and Barnes, get that ear checked out with the medic.” Colonel Phillips barked and both Steve and Bucky responded with a formal ‘yes, sir.’ When the Colonel disappeared, Bucky pressed his lips on mine again. This time, it was slower. Steve ran after the Colonel to give us some privacy.

“You should go.” I said between kisses and Bucky murmured but didn’t stop kissing me. I moved my lips up to his ear, kissing his stubbly jaw along the way. “Seriously, Sergeant.” I whispered and he dragged my mouth back to his and deepened the kiss. He ran his hands down my sides and it was becoming pretty steamy. I didn’t want him to stop but I finally gathered the courage to break away from the kiss. I took a few steps back – out of his reach – and our fingers lingered together until they slipped away from each other.

“We’re going to finish this later.” Bucky warned and I felt my cheeks turn crimson. He ran his thumb along his bruised bottom lip and looked away shyly. I heard his boots crunch against the gravel as he moved towards me. I held out my hands and pushed into his chest, keeping him at an arm’s length.

“Later, Buck.” I assured him and he groaned before taking my hands in his, and raising it to his lips to plant soft kisses on my knuckles. It made my heart flutter. Bucky looked up at me as he did this and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Holy cow. I needed his lips on mine again. He let go off my hands and they fell at my side. My throat had dried up and I was breathing deeply. He winked at me playfully,

“Later, Anna.” His voice was low and raspy. Oh my God. He turned on his heel and jogged towards the infirmary. I watched him for a few moments before heading back into my tent. Peggy was sitting on my bed with her legs crossed. She was smirking at me and I felt all the blood from my feet rush to my face.

“I thought he was just a friend.” She remarked and I groaned, turning my back to her. I still couldn’t stop smiling. “But then again, one does not fly across the world for ‘just a friend.’” I turned around and leaned against the drawer.

“You’re one to talk. You love Steve!” I blurted out and her eyes widened in surprise. “Yeah, I saw the way you look at him and your whole ‘I believe in you, Steve’ speech.” I mimicked her British accent and she woke off the bed and cornered me.

“Firstly, I do not sound like that and second, you will not say a word to Captain Rogers.” Her eyes brightened at the mention of his name and I smirked at her suggestively,

“Oooooh…Captain Rogers, that’s pretty kinky. Go easy on him though. The big dope’s a virgin. Something about waiting for the right partner and all that.” Peggy fumbled over her words, it was the first time since we’d met that she became so flustered. She was almost as bad as Steve. She tried to regain her composure.

“Miss Williams, I find your information irrelevant and inappropriate in future, please refrain from divulging any personal details about Captain Rogers’ affairs.” I burst out laughing and pushed past her. “Also, I would like it if you would accompany me to the local pub tonight. I believe Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes will be out celebrating with their men and I’d hate to be the only lady there. I have laid out one of my dresses for you since I noticed you haven’t brought much with you.” Peggy gestured to a shimmery gold dress on the bed. “I shall be heading down at 1800 hours. Don’t be late.” She warned before heading out of the tent.  

The Colonel kept Steve and Bucky busy for the rest of the day, going over plans of attack or discussing the location of the HYDRA bases they had seen while in Austria. I felt nervous as I pulled on Peggy’s dress. It fitted snugly around my chest before sliding effortlessly down the rest of my body. Peggy had be kind enough to leave a pair of shoes and a red lipstick. She arrived inside my tent at exactly 1800 and I turned to look at her nervously,

“Do you think he’ll like it?” She kept a straight face but nodded. I followed her out of the tent and down to the pub. It was loud and smelled strongly of Bourbon. There were soldiers everywhere. They were singing and laughing, merrily but when Peggy and I walked in the noise died down. The only sound that could be heard was our heels pressing against the creaking wooden floorboards.

Bucky and Steve leaned back in their chairs to see us walking through the crowd and quickly rose to their feet.

“Captain.” Peggy said confidently before walking towards him and I hung back with my arms folded across my chest. Bucky moved to stand beside me and cheekily peeked over the top of my dress to catch a glimpse of my cleavage. I elbowed him in the side and he raised an eyebrow at me. His eyes trailed along the rest of the gold fabric hugging my dress and I could feel my skin starting to burn under his scrutinising gaze. Peggy looked at Bucky but he kept his eye on me,

“Mam.” He greeted her, acknowledging her attention. She smirked and turned back to Steve.

“Howard has some equipment, he’d like you to try.” Peggy informed him and I felt Bucky reach for my hand. Steve nodded and Peggy turned to Bucky. “Will you be asking your lady to dance?” Her tone was condescending and Bucky frowned at her.

“What? You don’t like music?” It came across a tad defensive and Peggy smiled at Steve.

“Oh, I do. Quite a lot actually.” Bucky broke eye contact with me and scanned Peggy’s body with a mischievous look in his eye. I scoffed in disbelief before stalking away. He didn’t notice. God, he hadn’t changed. “I’m just waiting for the right partner and I think yours is getting away.” Peggy teased and Bucky looked around and cursed. The pub was crowded by tall, well-built men who easily concealed me but it was easy for Bucky to spot the only other lady in the room. He ran after me, caught my arm and dragged me outside the pub.

“Annie, where are you going? I thought we could have a drink.” He turned me towards him and I shot him a murderous glare. “Holy cow, when did you become so terrifying?” I wanted to slap him but I bit down on my tongue until I tasted blood. “Did I do something to upset you?” Perhaps, I was being overly sensitive but I knew Bucky’s track record. He wasn’t the most loyal type.

“I can’t believe I was so stupid to think you’d change.” I thought, not realising I had spoken the words out loud. Bucky doubled over and gave me a questioning look.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You know exactly what it means, James. You were checking Agent Carter out and I was right there! I can’t believe I was so dumb to fall for the puppy dog eyes and cheesy smiles. Again.” I turned away from him and he jerked my arm back, making me face him again.

“I wasn’t checking her out! Oh yeah? I guess I am pretty dumb too then.” The fingers of his left hand twitched in irritation. I knitted my brows together in confusion. I had no idea what he was talking about. “What? You not even going to deny it?”

“Is this about Howard Stark again? Because there’s nothing between us…” He laughed humourlessly and let go off my arm.

“Howard Stark…” He snorted. “…No! I’m talking about you and Steve.” WHAT! “You know you were quick to judge me but at least I didn’t claim to love someone and then fuck their best friend.”

“Have you lost your bloody mind?!” I screamed at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Steve is my best friend too. I wouldn’t do that to him… to you! Just leave me alone, James. Go finish the rest of your drink.” I resigned before walking back to my tent, leaving Bucky standing there. I got to my tent and screamed out in frustration. “Why does he have to be so goddamn annoying? Does he just lie awake at night thinking of ways to drive me crazy? Ugh, what is wrong with him?” I complained as I paced back and forth in the dark like a caged tiger. Suddenly, I felt someone press up against me.

“Because he loves you.” The voice whispered in my ear and I felt a smile tug on my lips. “I wasn’t going to let you walk away from me. Again.” Bucky admitted and I turned around to look up at him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, Anna.” Bucky leaned his mouth to my shoulder and planted a soft, innocent kiss before rising to his full height again. I sighed in defeat, stood up on my toes and peck his lips. I snaked my hands around his neck and moaned into the kiss,

“What am I going to do with you, Barnes?” Bucky walked me over to the bed, still keeping his lips on mine.

“I can think of a couple things.” He smirked between kisses and I pushed him away, giving him a serious look.

“I am not one of your whores, James.” I warned him and he pressed his lips onto mine again before laying me down on the mattress. He crawled on top of me and I locked my legs around his waist.

“Of course not, darling.” He moved his mouth along the crook of my neck and I arched into his mouth as his hands began to remove my dress and then his own clothes before bring his lips back up to mine. “You’re my red sun.”

***

Dawn came seeping through the tent flaps and pearly streaks of sunlight dancing across Bucky’s cheek. I lay across his bare chest, tracing the lines of his abs when Steve burst into the tent, not expecting us to be indecent. He let out a strangled shriek before ducking behind the tarp. Bucky stirred in his sleep before opening his eyes slowly to look at me trying to pull on some clothes. He smiled as I hopped around the room trying to find my blouse. He grabbed his pants from the floor under the bed and rolled it up his legs.

“Steve, you can come in now.” I announced when we were semi-dressed and Steve stepped inside, cautiously. He looked from me to Bucky and shook his head before telling Bucky that they were leaving for a mission in a couple hours and he should get dressed and meet him down in the briefing room. Bucky groaned and cracked his neck before pulling me into his arms and kissing the side of my neck.

“Jesus, guys. Can you wait till I’m gone?” Steve grumbled and covered his eyes. Bucky chuckled but didn’t stop. “Dress warmly, Buck.” Steve said before leaving.

“Your buttons aren’t done correctly.” Bucky whispered in my ear and I glanced down at my blouse. The buttons were mismatched and the one hem was longer than the other. I blushed and fumbled to correct them. “Did you enjoy…last night?” Bucky asked as he watched me unbutton and redo my blouse. I nodded shyly and watched as he used a bit of water to wash his face and brush his teeth. Bucky ran on ahead to meet up with Steve and I stayed behind to perform my morning ablutions.

I met him at the entrance to the base a little before mid-day and he was already in his uniform. Steve was standing at his side with a round, red, white and blue shield in his hand. It had a big star in the middle. Colonel Phillips was briefing the troops and I ran over to Bucky and hugged him tightly. “I don’t know how long this mission is going to last, darling. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He promised and I sighed and wrapped my arms even tighter around his waist. I didn’t want him to go. I had just gotten him back.

“You called me your ‘red sun’ what does that mean?” I asked remembering his words from the night before. He hung his head, shyly and his hair fell over his forehead. I brought my hands up to his chest and fidgeted with his dog tags. Suddenly, he reached up and pulled it over his head. “What are you doing?” I asked as he clasped it behind my neck.

“Wear it for me. I’ll tell you what it means when I get back.” I tinkered with the metal and tucked it inside my blouse.

“I don’t have anything to give you to remember me by.” I replied sadly and he pulled out a photograph he had of us in his jacket pocket. It was the same one from Coney Island except, he had cut Steve out and it was just the two of us. I laughed and buried my head into his chest. He cradled me in his arms protectively, before Colonel Phillips shouted at the troops to move out. Bucky slowly let go off me before planting a soft kiss on my lips and running after Steve.

I didn’t see him for three weeks after that and it was during this time that I realised the anxiety hadn’t gone away. In fact, it seemed to have gotten worse. When I had arrived at the camp, I hadn’t slept much so I didn’t know how bad it was but as I spent more nights sleeping alone, clutching Bucky’s dog tags, it began to show.

“I’m sorry, Anna but Bucky didn’t make it.” Steve tried, consolingly and I felt my eyes move up to his, slowly. There were filled with tears. The rest of the Howling Commandoes offered me sympathetic looks as well and I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from my night stand and cracked it against the side. I slammed the glass shard into Steve’s neck and watched him clutch the wound and shrink to the floor, bleeding. The rest of the Howling Commandoes charged at me and I spun around, dodging their grasps and stabbing them just as I had done Steve until they were all dead at me feet.

I felt a wave of relief spread over me as I looked down at my blood-stained hands. I turned around and watched as Peggy ran in and knelt down beside Steve. She cradled his lifeless body in her hands before looking up at me, enraged. I felt nothing. She came at me but I wasn’t holding the shard anymore and was defenceless. She gripped my shoulders and jerked my head back and forth chanting over and over again,

“He’s dead because of you.”

I was being shaken awake by Peggy as I thrashed around in the cot. I knocked over a bottle of water and the sound of the glass shattering sent me into a frenzy. I sat up with a start and bumped my head into Peggy’s nose. She yelped in pain and clutched her face.

“Peggy. Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” I said frantically as I rushed to her side and she turned her back towards me.

“It’s quite alright. It isn’t broken.” She assured me but it did little to ease my guilt. “I heard you tossing about and thought I’d check on you.” She turned around and looked at my sweat-drenched face. “You’re burning up.” She rushed to my side and the tent began to zoom around me. I couldn’t hear what Peggy said after that as the blood and pooled up inside my head and blocked out my hearing. I sank to my knees before my vision began to fade.

I awoke strapped to a gurney. I tried to pull my hands free but they were locked at my side. Peggy was sitting on a metal chair and unlocked my hands when she noticed that I had awakened. “Goodness, Anna, you gave me quite a scare. Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes would have killed me if something happened to you on my watch.” I looked around the room in confusion.

“Where am I?” I hadn’t seen this place before. “Have they returned yet? How long was I out for?” I tried to sit up and bright fluorescent light stung my eyes. I blinked a couple times and looked away.

“Easy.” Peggy said before handing me my glasses. “You were having a panic attack. We had to strap you down after you lashed out at Doctor Heinrich. It really was for your best interest.” I studied the bruises on my wrist. They were purple and roughly made. “Captain Rogers and the others are expected to return tomorrow. You were only out for a couple hours.” Peggy explained and I nodded before swinging my legs off the bed.

“I’m going to wait for Bucky.” I informed her before heading out of the room. I stalked up to the church and walked up to the bell tower. It was quiet and hardly anyone ever came up all the way up but it also gave me a good view of the entire camp.

I sat awake the entire night. I couldn’t afford another panic attack. It was about 04:51 when Bucky and Steve marched through the camp gates. Bucky had his sniper rifle in his hands and looked slightly frazzled. “Bucky.” I called and he looked up to me. I waved at him and he handed his rifle to Steve before running to meet me. I heard his footsteps pounding up the stairs and he appeared in the doorway. I rounded the bell and he held me tightly, burying his face into my hair. “God, I missed you.” I breathed and he nodded.

“You look tired.” He observed and I nodded and teased that he looked like he’d been to war. We both chuckled until his expression grew serious. He led me over to the chair I had brought up. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. “How are you, darling?” He inquired and I shrugged nonchalantly. I hadn’t told him about the panic attacks and didn’t plan to, either. “I called you ‘red sun’ because when I arrived in England I saw this poem and there was this line that just sort of reminded me of you and the red sun is the last thing you see before the night and when HYDRA took me, every time they experimented on me and I thought I was going to die I would see your face. You were my red sun.” He explained and I looked away shyly. He tilted my mouth to his before kissing me, hesitantly.

“What’s the matter, Buck? You seem… off.” I noted and he sighed. I got off his lap and kneeled in front of him. “Hey, you can talk to me alright? I’m here for you always.” I massaged circles into his tense shoulders and he began to loosen up.

“There’s something wrong with me, Annie.” I bit my bottom lip and waited for him to go on. “I have these thoughts, these murderous thoughts. Not just about the bad guys about Steve too, even you. Sometimes I just wanna… god. I am so fucked up.” He shot to his feet and slammed his fist into the wall. I heard a few of the stones cracked and the knuckles of his left hand were bruised. I laced my fingers through his and raised it to my lips, kissing the bruises softly which made him flinch. “We were on a mission and I was watching Steve’s six. My finger was pressed against the trigger. I was so ready to pull it. I thought ‘no one would know it’s you, Barnes’ if that HYDRA agent didn’t charge at Steve I would have killed him. I would have killed my best friend, Annie and it was like I couldn’t stop myself.” He sounded so hopeless.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are the sweetest man I have ever met and you listen to me now, okay?” He nodded and kept his eyes averted. “Look at me, we all have bad thoughts and having bad thoughts doesn’t make you a bad person. It’s a trait of being human.” Bucky met my eyes.

“How would you know about being human when you’re an angel?” He gave me the cheesiest grin he could manage and I burst out laughing before punching him playfully in the arm. He groaned as if it had hurt and I shook my head at him.

“Come on, you idiot. Let’s go see what Steve’s up to.”

***

Bucky joined Steve and the others for a game of cards in the pub. I was getting pretty bored and decided to go find Peggy. I pecked Bucky on the cheek before excusing myself. I heard the roar of the soldier’s laughter. I hadn’t seen Peggy since that day in the infirmary and decided to go back and ask the doctor if he had seen her. There were a few soldier’s clutching various ailing body parts and moaning in the dark as I passed them to head to the backroom. Doctor Heinrich’s white coat could be seen through the small glass window and I knocked on the door before entering. Doctor Heinrich had a thick white moustache and blonde hair. He had a square jaw and wrinkles.

“Hi… Err… Do you know where I could find Peggy Carter? I haven’t seen her for a few days.” The Doctor spun around, startled by my presence. His eyes flitted to Bucky’s dog tags around my neck.

“I thought it was her… but it’s you.” He hissed in a German accent and I back away from him. “You’re the girl Zola wanted.” Okay, what the hell? I tried to run out of the room but the doctor slammed on a red button and the door shut behind me. I pulled on the handle but it would not budge. I spun on my heel and the doctor was right in front of me. He had a large needle in his hand. “Don’t worry, we don’t want to hurt you… a lot. We just need Sergeant Barnes.” That was the last thing I heard him say before he shoved the needle in my arm and I passed out.

The room was dark and I couldn’t see. There was a noise. I couldn’t quite figure what it was. It was loud, perhaps it was thunder but the sound was more consistent than that. The lights flickered on and I squinted at the sudden brightness. I heard the clinking of metal and a small, stout man with glasses stepped in front of me. He gazed at me, almost lovingly.

“You are going to bring me, Sergeant Barnes. He is positive results. I need to run more tests on him.” I spat at his feet and suddenly he grabbed my face and pushed me back into the chair. I looked out the glass panels at the mountainous terrain whirring past. I was on a train. The man still held on to me. The chugging of the engine seemed to have become louder. Two guards ran into the room and addressed the man as ‘Zola.’ They informed him that ‘they’ were on their way, who ‘they’ were… I didn’t know. I heard a thud on the roof and Zola looked up in concern before running out of the room, leaving the guards with me. They pointed their guns at me and I glared at them in contempt. The door on the right side of the carriage wheezed open and there was a succession of bullets. Maybe ten or fifteen rounds. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain of one of them hitting me, but none did. I opened my eyes and the HYDRA guards were on the floor. Gabe and Jacques stepped in. I sighed in relief as the two undid my chains. I massaged my wrists and looked up at them.

“Bucky? Is he here?” I asked them worriedly and they pointed towards the door from which they entered. “Zola, he…” They nodded as if they understood but in reality they had no idea.” I had to warn Bucky that it was him they wanted. Not Steve. I bounded through each carriage, running faster than I ever could. Steve and Bucky were in the last compartment together. “Steve! Steve! Bucky!” I called to them and slammed my fists onto the glass. This temporarily distracted Steve and he got knocked down, dropping his shield. Bucky picked it up in his right hand and began firing at the guard with his pistol. It didn’t even scratch his armour.

The guard raised his gun at Bucky and a bright blue light – like a laser – shot at him. I gasped in horror as Bucky dropped Steve’s shield and hit the side of the train before flying out. I screamed in horror. Steve quickly rolled and knocked the guard out before running to the side of the train. He reached out for Bucky, trying to pull him in but gravity would not comply. All I could do was watch as the handle of the train broke off and Bucky fell. I screamed out loud and Steve looked back at me. He rushed over to open the door and comfort me but I pushed him out of the way and eyed the rope harness on the floor. I picked it up and knotted it tightly around my waist. Steve was beside himself. I could see the guilt he felt but I didn’t have time to console him. He looked up at me apologetically as I stood at the edge of the train and stared down at the moving ravine. I had to act fast.

“Anna! NO! You’ll die too!” Steve screamed when he realised what I was doing. I looked at him with tears in my eyes.

“I have to, Steve. It’s my job to follow him… even in death.” And I jumped off the train after Bucky.

A/N: First off, I want to say thank you to everyone who takes the time out of their day to read this. What did you guys think of Part 3? I hope you like it. There will definitely be a part 4. 

Howard Stark and his ‘friends’

Rewatching Agent Carter, I got the thought about how Howard uses the term ‘friend’. I feel like he views everyone as his friend. Wait! Hear me out on this!

So, basing myself slightly off of this post and what’s said in the series, it’s clear that Howard did not have a happy, carefree childhood. He likely grew up Jewish, he clearly states that there’s a ceiling for people like him, and he’s had to learn to lie to advance.

But let’s back up.

Howard Stark is clearly a genius. He’s not exactly street-smart,  and he has this enhanced IQ that wasn’t well-suited for the area. So what friends did he have growing up?

Well, none and several. He probably had no friends in his neighborhood. Here was this boy, arguably smarter than everyone around him, who wanted out and was willing to do whatever it took to get there. And how better to get out than to make friends with the right people. I mean, everybody wants something and Howard was smart enough to make sure that he was the one who got it for them, even if he had to steal (or get someone else to steal it for him - sound familiar?). He became everyone’s new best friend.

Now don’t get me wrong. He knew they weren’t really his friends. He’s not stupid. But friendship, to Howard, became this thing. Anyone was a ‘friend’ because everyone had something they wanted. And they were often willing to pay for that.

So he used this idea he had crafted of friendship to climb his way out of his old life. He probably told himself that he was going to help people when he got out. But living a lie, stealing to get a better position… it weighed on Howard until the idea of ‘helping people’ once he was where he wanted to be became just another lie, one that he told himself.

So what happened later? Well, he met Edwin Jarvis. Like so many others, there was something that Jarvis wanted. But see, what Jarvis wanted wasn’t something petty and material. What Jarvis wanted was to save the woman he loved from ending up another casualty of war. Jarvis did something that made Howard turn his head. He risked his own life to save that of another.

Why this made Howard stop, I can only guess. But something clearly changed in Howard after that. Suddenly it wasn’t only about the money. He remembered that it was about saving people. Helping them. Oh sure, he was terrible at it a lot. He has no idea how to connect with real people.

He knows, of course, that everyone is a potential ‘friend’, but there are only a handful of people who go beyond his idea of friendship. In fact, he can count them on one hand. Edwin Jarvis. Peggy Carter. Steve Rogers. These are the three people who showed him that humans aren’t only petty creatures out for themselves and he really has no idea how to handle that. 

So when he calls Peggy and Jarvis his favorites, I don’t think that’s just a sentiment. When he says to Peggy there’s no one else he can trust with the mission of clearing his name, there’s no doubt in my mind that he believes that. Because to him, there’s nobody else he trusts. 

anonymous asked:

No, you don't tell people where to put their hetenormativity. You don't know them. They could be very gay and still ship Peggy with Jarvis, Sousa or even arsehole Thompson. It's a matter of personal feelings and sensations. There is nothing canon in this season of Agent Carter. Only the love of Peggy for Steve.

my post had nothing to do with shipping preferences, at all (or at least notintentionally). I was neither talking down peggy/whoever nor shippers of peggy/whoever nor degrading anything of that sort.
although true, i might have worded it wrong and i 100% agree with the part where you said that your sexuality has nothing to do with what you ship but that doesn’t change the point i was trying to make. 

my intention was to kind of make fun of the way the fandom and viewers selectively ignore the very obvious parallels between peggy’s feelings for steve and howard’s feelings for steve (therefore my assumption that howard is represented as bi, bisexual or biromantic, … bi) and furthermore write off cartinelli (peggy/angie) as queerbaiting because the show hasn’t screamed the obvious things from the rooftops, yet. the thing is: agent carter is hands down ignoring heteronormativity and viewers still think heteronormative

especially with howard’s sexuality people are completely ignoring his feelings for steve that he pointed out often enough and usually in direct parallel to peggy’s feelings for steve. but yet, peggy’s emotions are never questioned whether their romantic or not. we know that peggy was in love with and still loves steve. and guess who else knows that? everyone including howard and he compares his own feelings to peggy’s.

I like how you said that, “there is nothing canon in this season of agent carter. only the love of peggy for steve” because you’re literally proving the point I’m trying to make already.

along with heteronormativity there’s also bi-erasure that seems to be a big factor here. we’re confronted with howard’s sex life and how he loves the company of women (cough) so “he can’t be in love with steve, he had sex with women” (eye rolls so hard my eyes are stuck in head)

another thing why people tend to ignore howard’s feelings for steve is probably also because he seems rather comfortable with discussing  those feelings. we’re used to see closeted queer characters suffer and feeling miserable about their sexuality and feelings that it never even crosses our minds that peggy might be very aware of the fact that howard stark is bi, that he’s out to her or that she just knew.

oh, she knew.

we’ve such a mindset of what queer characters have to look like, be like, behave like, what their usual storyline arc is (question of sexuality – feeling miserable about sexuality – eventually coming out – everyone accepts it or more miserable about sexuality) that we’re completely overlooking proper representation when it’s right there.

you know me, I could go on about the very obviously set romantic sub-plot on agent carter that is peggy/angie but idk I think I made my point clear.

and that was my intention with the textpost. not trashing on shippers as you implied i was but …

@ everyone who doesn’t recognice howard stark as canonly bi or angie/peggy as the romantic sub-plot bc they didn’t clearly state so: please take your heteronomitivity elsewhere 

anonymous asked:

Can you write a quick story where Peggy tells Angie some stories about what she was up too in the war with the howling commandos, maybe a little fluffy and is a super adorable moment between the two? :)

“So you work for them, huh?” Angie had been more than understanding about the whole debacle, really, and Peggy couldn’t for the life of her understand why she hadn’t run in the opposite direction. She had put the woman’s life in danger, asked her to lie for her, been arrested in full view, been named a traitor, and after all that, Angie was still sitting calmly opposite her and pouring her a coffee. “English? You in there?”

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